Amberlee Carter Poems
...Changing The Color To Sunrise
(you know who you are)
pages of poetry scatter
absent of direction 'cross the floor,
tiptoe through the abstract path,
cool cement and disturbed titles-
meditating and focused hard
on every endeavor of ball and heal
careful not to summon the demons
between the lines- I am haunted by words,
scared mindless into repetitions,
basic survival methods-
not too lean on the meaning,
not too thick on the flow,
equally structuring the verses to burn.
my eyes seep petals of ink.
you have never seen the rib
torn from my cage, ...
rain casting bows
cross your sleep struck neck,
you tossed and sighed
heavy skin to bitter winter-
Your shoulders slender and spent,
you held up the world
and it gave you exhaustion.